She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

The 'don't let him run around' here should mean that he is not allowed to go near the study, right?

He was sure that these two people must be plotting something bad.

Fortunately, he was smart enough to stick a micro-monitor on the old tycoon's belt in advance.

Feng Lenglie looked at the little guy's unruly appearance and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"You are quite courageous, but be careful that trouble comes from your mouth."

After saying that, he walked straight towards the stairs.

The little guy looked at his arrogant and cold back and subconsciously reached for his pocket.

Where are his micro bombs?Throw one over first and blow Daddy Scumbag's hair into a bird's nest.

Smida had seen the power of those micro bombs at the artificial lake before. Two of them took off a layer of skin from the group of crocodiles he raised.

Now when I first saw his movements, I was startled. I quickly stretched out my hand to hold his arm and lowered my voice:

"My house is full of precious antiques. If it blows up, why not sell them? All the money will be yours."

To deal with a petty money-lover, one can only part ways with tears.

The little guy grinned at him, looking like he was in need of a beating, "That's so embarrassing. Thank you, cousin. I accept it all."

"..." You accepted everything with a smile, what else is there to be embarrassed about?

He had finally figured out this child's temperament, and he was just like a demon king, a scourge for thousands of years.

Inside the study.

Feng Lenglie changed his previous laziness and laxity in the living room and sat on the sofa with an expressionless expression, his eyes as sharp as razors.

Seeing Smita walking in, he asked coldly: "In your eyes, I am a traitor and a traitor?"

After listening to this, Smita felt his brain buzzing.

Does this guy think he taught that little bastard to call him a traitor?

This was an injustice to him! !

But the child belongs to his relatives, and now he is fostering him. He seems to be having a hard time explaining it.

"Tong Yanwuji, don't take it to heart."

After speaking, he personally poured him a glass of red wine to apologize.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

The cold wind shook the wine glass gently, and the dark red liquid rippled. The movement was obviously very elegant, but it was full of sharpness and chilling.

"Come here and discuss with you how to deal with the members of the Arthur family."

He used the word 'disposal', which made Smida's heart suddenly rise to his throat.

Is this guy planning to uproot everyone and leave no one behind?

How many casualties would it cause?

"I know you want to avenge Uncle Feng, and those participants did deserve to die, but you must not implicate the innocent.

The Arthur family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there are thousands of people in the royal family alone. Once they are eliminated, there will be a river of blood.

You have just come to power and are in urgent need of stabilizing your political power. Now is the time to win over people's hearts. The most taboo thing is to go on a killing spree.

Just listen to my advice and get rid of those who deserve to be killed. Those innocent people will be grateful if you let them live. "

Having said this, he thought for a moment and then added, "Leave a way out for yourself. If you kill her whole family, there will be no chance for you."

Feng Lengzhi pulled his lips into a smile.

Even if he doesn't destroy her, there is no hope between them.

"You just said that you just need to get rid of the people who deserve to be killed. What about the Queen? It was she who issued the order for my father's execution. Do you think she should die?"

Smita choked.

He shot himself in the foot.

No, that's not right, it should be said that the old fox dug a hole for him to jump into.

Now it's hard to get off the tiger. It's not possible to say that he should die, or that he shouldn't die. He can only do Tai Chi with him.

"The decision is yours, my opinion doesn't seem to matter."

I thought he would be angry, but in the end he said in a very angry tone: "Your opinion really doesn't matter."

Smida felt tightness in her chest and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Did that little guy inherit his bastard genes from the old fox?

He really is a father and son! !

"Then you still ask me? Tell me, what do you want?"